by JA Huss
I didn’t, but I’m thinking her question is rhetorical, so I don’t even bother answering.
“And now he”—she snarls that last word out as she points to poor Steve standing sheepishly over by the door—“is mad because I refuse to go snorkeling with him today.” She looks down at me and smiles her big Bebe smile. “I’m not leaving you again. It’s bullshit. And I’d be so pissed at you if you did this to me, so I don’t blame you one bit if you hate my guts.”
I’m thinking about Vaughn and all that happened yesterday when Bebe pops in with another question. “So who did you see that you wanted me to play the guessing game with you?”
“Um—” And in that moment I know I’m going to lie to her. Vaughn never said I had to keep quiet, but if I’m going to sign a NDA, it would be a huge girlfriend mistake to tell her half the story and not the rest. She’d never forgive me. So I lie. “Oh, I think I saw like, some guy from back home. You know that one asshole who makes our drinks at the Starbucks in LoDo?”
“Oh, yeah, he’s such a dick. What’d you say to him?”
She’s smiling a bit. Steve is forgotten and she’s all interested in my gossip.
I’m glad I’m lying. That sounds wrong, but I want to keep Vaughn for myself, and sharing any part of him with Bebe just opens him up to being fair game when we gossip.
“It wasn’t him. Luckily I realized that before I said anything.” My phone buzzes under my pillow and I reach for it, absently wondering how it got there when I don’t remember walking home from the beach.
“Who’s that?” Bebe asks, leaning over into my space so she can read the text.
The number comes up with no name, but I don’t need a name to know who it’s from, because it says, Good morning, girl.
“Just a guy I met last night on the beach. He’s a local guy, so I’m not even going to bother with him.”
“Hey, we have one more night!” Bebe says. “Don’t cut yourself off just yet, Grace.”
“Yeah, but you—”
“No! Seriously, if you found a hot man to hook up with today, by all means, go for it.”
“See,” Steve says from his spot by the door. “I told you she’d have something to do. Let’s go snorkel and enjoy this day.”
I sorta hate Steve right now, but I don’t say anything because he’s what Bebe and I call two-hour parking. Get in, get out, move on. “Yeah, if you guys want to go snorkel, that’s fine with me.” I text Vaughn a message that says, Good morning, Master, just to see what kind of response I get back.
My phone vibrates almost immediately, but I stuff it under my pillow until Bebe leaves. It takes me several more minutes of convincing, but she finally changes into a clean bathing suit and leaves with Steve to go snorkel. I run to the bed after I close the door behind them, and reach for my phone.
You have thirty minutes to get ready. To the left of your bungalow is a closed path. Follow that until you get to a bougainvillea-covered wall, then turn left and follow that south until you get to a clearing. Remove your clothes. Kneel down. And wait for me.
I’m already tingling with anticipation. I was too tired last night to think about sex once we decided to be friends on the beach. But now that I’m rested, I’m hornier than ever.
I shower and change into my yellow bikini and white shorts, then pull a white tank top over my head. I dry my hair to make it dead straight as opposed to mostly straight, and then put it up in a ponytail that hangs halfway down my back. I stuff my phone and key card into my beach bag, and rush out the door, eager to see what all this master stuff is about.
It’s weird that I don’t think it’s weird. But I’ve read my share of sexy romance books and you can’t play Dirty Heaven every weekend without at least having some kind of cursory knowledge about this stuff, so maybe I’m just desensitized. At any rate, I’m more curious than alarmed at what I’m doing. Curious as to why I’m doing it? Maybe a little. But much more curious as to what he might ask me to do. How he might treat me. And what might happen after it’s over.
It’s a risk, I realize. A risk that has lots of potential consequences. Because whatever happens today, it will be happening with a famous person. That part is a little surreal for me. He’s so not what I expected. Maybe at first he was. Arrogant and demanding. But last night in the sand he talked for hours. And I did drift in and out of sleep for most of it, I was so tired. But I caught some of it. And nothing he said was extraordinary or special, and yet it was. It was because he was telling me things about himself that not many people would want to know. But the fact that he was talking about them makes me think they were all important moments for him.
Vaughn talked like he had years of things to say. Like he had no best friend to tell these things to, so he saved them all up for last night.
The path to the left of my bungalow is closed, like Vaughn said, but it’s just a low-hanging chain with a sign dangling off it. I step over it and proceed into the thick tropical foliage. The sunlight filters through in random patterns that give the whole place a magical quality. When I get to the flower-covered wall, I turn left. The path back this way has clearly not been used for a while, because it’s mostly covered by a layer of long, thick grasses. When I see the clearing up ahead I find myself holding my breath.
Am I ready for this?
Absolutely.
I step out and look around. It’s not a large clearing, but it’s about the size of the main room of the bungalow. There’s no grass on the ground, there’s too much shade here for it to grow. I like that because it keeps the temperature down.
Remove your clothes. Kneel down. And wait for me, his message said.
A couple of voices scare the crap out of me and I turn to see where they’re coming from.
Oh, shit. I let out a sigh, because there’s a path nearby, only about twenty yards away, and there’s lots of people walking by. They must’ve reopened the resort after the party last night.
He wants me to remove my clothes here? There’s a break in the trees, big enough for me to see the people, which means it’s big enough for them to see me. I’m not sure I’m ready to take my clothes off if people can see. What if he leaves me waiting for a long time? What if people come down the path I just came from? Yeah, it says closed, but it’s not really.
“Do you want to back out?”
I turn to find Vaughn standing at the entrance to the path I just came from. “I’m not sure,” I answer truthfully.
“Do you think they’re going to see you?”
I look over my shoulder through the clearing and then back to Vaughn. “They could.”
“Do you think I want them to see you?”
I watch his face for clues. “Do you want them to see me?”
He smiles. “You’re perfect at this, do you know that?”
I shake my head.
“That’s the right question, Grace. And the answer is, no. I do not want them to see you. For now, you’re mine.”
I nod out an OK and then clear my throat to find my voice. “OK, then I should just... trust you to make sure they don’t see me?”
Another very big smile from Vaughn. “Take off your clothes and kneel on the ground.”
I take one more look over at the break in the trees, square my shoulders to muster up some bravery, and put my beach bag down on the forest floor. A shiver runs up my entire body as I raise the tank top over my head. Vaughn is there with his hand outstretched, asking for it. I hand it over and he folds it up neatly and places it inside my bag.
I slip my shorts off and hand them off to him as well. He folds them and puts them in the bag with the tank.
“All of it, girl,” Vaughn says in a low whisper that makes my insides flutter.
I untie my bikini top, first the strings on my back, then, as the little triangles of cloth hang over my partially exposed breasts, I untie the neck and let it fall to the ground.
Vaughn smiles and steps forward. His fingertips flick lightly at my nipples until they bunch up in
to little hard tips. And then he leans down and picks up my bikini top, folds it up, and puts it in the bag. “You’re beautiful,” he says when he turns back to me.
“Thank you, Master,” I say in response.
I bite my lip to keep from smiling, because his smile is wide and approving.
I decide right then… I like pleasing him. I like his approving smile. I like this. So before he has to ask, I hook my fingertips into the strings of my bottoms, and pull them down until they reach my mid-thigh. And then I stop.
I think this is sexy. Being half-undressed in front of him makes me throb with anticipation.
He clicks his tongue, and I know instinctively that it’s not because he doesn’t like what I’ve done or appreciate the fact that it’s very fucking hot. It’s because I didn’t do it the way he asked.
And I’m OK with that too.
“You’re testing me, girl?”
“No, Master,” I lie. I have to bite my lip again and he has to turn his head to hide his smile.
We’re both playing now and it’s fun. Just like he said last night.
He walks up to me, so close that I have to tip my head to look at his face, and then he places his cupped hand on the slit between my legs. “Do you want me to fuck you, girl?”
“Very… very… badly,” I whisper back.
“Get on your knees. And since you wanted to leave the bottoms on, you’re going to wear them the entire time like that. Don’t let them slip down your thighs, do you understand?”
“What will happen if I do let them slip?”
He looks down at me. His hand on my sex comes up to caress my cheek, leaving streaks of cool wetness as he moves. “I’ll lead you forward to the edge of the clearing, lay you down on the hard ground, and eat your pussy until you scream for more. Everyone over there will hear you. And everyone over there will see you. Is that what you want?”
I have to think about it for a second, because actually, the way he just described it sounds pretty fucking erotic. He covers his eyes and shakes his head, his smile too big to hide. “Grace.” He laughs out my name a little. “I asked you a question.”
“I’m thinking, Master.”
He rolls his eyes up and then takes my upper arm in a firm grip and leans down into my ear. “If that turns you on, we can start there now.”
I shake my head. Fantasy and reality are two different things. “I won’t let them fall, Master.”
“Good, girl,” he says stroking my face again. “Good, girl. Now get on your knees so I can stuff my cock down your throat and make you choke on my come.”
I just stare at him.
“Now.”
I stand there for a moment, thinking this through. Do I want him to talk to me like that? Is it a mistake to encourage degradation?
He places his hands on my shoulders and presses, encouraging me to follow through with his request. “Does it make you angry when I talk to you like that, Grace?”
I realize he’s calling me Grace for a reason. When he calls me girl, I’m his submissive. When he calls me Grace, I’m his partner.
I drop to my knees.
“Answer me, please.”
“I’m not sure.”
“It made you hesitate.”
“Yes, but…” I look up at him and find his attention real. He’s concerned that we’ve already come to an impasse. “I’m not sure if it makes me angry.”
“Why do you think I’m talking to you like that?” I don’t know, so I say nothing. “I told you why last night. Think back.”
If I pull your hair, I’m trying to get you off. If I stroke your neck and then palm it with a little bit of pressure, I’m trying to make you come. If I stuff my cock down your throat and force you to salivate and breathe through it, you should let me do that because I like it.
“You want to excite me, but you want me to be safe while pushing my limits.”
He squats down next to me and cups my face in both hands. “Yes.” He smiles so big I get all tingly from giving him such pleasure. “That’s exactly it.”
Chapter Fifteen - Vaughn
#BeggingWillGetYouEverywhere
I JUST stare at her for a few moments as I process what she just said.
Because that’s the closest I’ve ever come to having a sub get it. Most of them say they get it. But when you reach a hard limit, they freak out, or cry, or make you feel guilty for moving forward, even though they did not safe word. I’ve never felt like they really… understood what we were doing. Yes, it’s about sex, but it’s so much more than that. It’s about trust, and pleasing each other.
“I want to please you, Grace. Just as much as you should want to please me. And the ways I please you aren’t always about how big your orgasm is. Sometimes I just want you to…” I stop because I can’t find the right word. “I don’t really know how to say it, but—”
“Accept that you know best?” she asks me, her large eyes turned up at me, so serious, so trusting, so perfect. “And just say yes?”
I nod. “It’s reasonable? To want that? To presume that I’m able to give you that. And to get to that place with hair-pulling and cock-sucking?” We both laugh at that. “It’s stupid. It’s absurd. Hell, I’m not even sure it’s rational.”
“It’s rational, if you look at the right way. I have never swallowed a man’s semen before. And so it made me stop for a moment. But you explaining all this…” She waves her hand in the air. “It puts it in perspective. Because when you said you wanted to stuff your cock down my throat, I only felt humiliation and fear. But maybe I will like it? How do I know if I don’t let you—” She swallows hard and shakes her head a little like she’s having a hard time spitting the words out. “Take my choice away and force me to experience it.” She has her eyes closed as the words come out, but then she opens them and I see her trust.
God, that’s something I don’t get often. A woman I just met yesterday is willing to meet me halfway. Is it wrong to accept that trust when I hardly know her? When I know she’s burying secrets that might have long-term consequences?
It feels wrong, but not wrong enough to make me stop.
I reach for her hand and then stand up, placing it over my board shorts where my bulging cock is stretching the fabric. “Take me out, place my cock in your mouth, and suck me until I’m ready to come. Then I’ll decide what happens next and you will accept that decision without comment.”
She nods and whispers, “Yes, Master.”
I want to kiss her. I want to pull her up from the ground and kiss her mouth until her lips are swollen and raw. I want to possess her, and fuck her, and own her. I want to show her how perfect she is to me right now. But that would just confuse her, so I wait for her to follow through.
She pulls the fly of my shorts apart with a rip of the Velcro and eases her small hand inside, grabbing hold of my thickness, giving it a slight squeeze—just enough to make me crazy with anticipation—and leans her head in. I shudder when her breath sweeps over my tip and then she places it on her wet tongue. “I never did tell you how I like it, but I don’t think I need to. What you’re doing is perfect.”
She hums out a laugh and it excites me even more. I place my hand on the back of her head and push her forward. She gasps for breath and I ease up and let her take in some air. She does, adjusting to my silent demands. She doesn’t take me deep, she obviously can’t, so I let her do it her way and just enjoy the soft sucking, the lap of her tongue along my shaft when she pulls back, and then the teasing dance her tongue performs on the tip of my cock.
I’ve had girls who can take my cock all the way to my balls, but Grace’s mouth makes me feel like I’m being worshiped. She wants to please me and I want to please her, so I grab her hair roughly and pull her head back. She gasps, saliva dripping out of her mouth as she looks up at me and waits for my decision.
“Stand up.”
She stands, never taking her eyes off me.
I pull her by the hair and take her over to a t
ree. She’s holding up her bikini bottoms with her fingertips, desperately trying to keep them from falling. I push her face first into the trunk. “Put your hands above your head and don’t move.” I wish I’d come better prepared—I’d tie her hands to the nearest bough and force her into a new limit. I realize I want to do this so she’ll talk to me about it. So we can discuss how far I can go with the rope. Has conversation always been this erotic to me? Have I ever talked to the subs about it before?
Later, Asher.
I reach around and grab her breasts. They are not huge, but they are not small either. They fill my large hands and I squeeze them until she whimpers, then squeeze harder until she squeals. “Shhh, girl. The people are nearby. If you want to remain hidden, you’ll be quiet.” She is immediately silent. One hand dips down between her legs to assess her level of excitement. She’s practically dripping. “You do realize now that I know your aversion to public fucking, we will absolutely be doing it in public every chance we get?”
“Yes, Master,” she says obediently.
I want to ask her how real that is, but not now. Later. It will be a fun conversation for later.
I push my dick against her ass and she tenses up. I’m not going to fuck her in the ass now, there’s no way she can stay quiet through that. But I want her to wonder. I want to see if she’ll stop me.
My fingers drag her own wetness back to her asshole and I rub my tip of my cock back and forth against her clenched pucker. “Relax,” I whisper into her neck. “Trust me.”
It takes her almost a minute of this ass play before she relaxes and that’s when I slip my dick right up into her slick pussy.
“Ohh.” She starts moaning, but I cup a hand over her mouth and look through the trees to see if anyone heard her. I’m not against public fucking, but the weekend of my sister’s wedding is really not the time or place. “Quiet, girl. You’re calling attention to our erotic tryst.” I pump into her slowly. In, as far in as I can go, then out. Withdrawing so slowly she gets impatient and tries to push back against me to make me pick up the pace. I pinch her nipple for that. “You don’t get to decide how fast I fuck you, girl. You only get to accept my decisions or tell me to stop. That’s it.”
